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These Separations that sleep all tremblingly in the souls
Depths like stars mirrored in the moonlit wave.
Towers thus, dear Lilly, in that bright eve I spoke of -
When with the conversing, we drew the veil from off our heart
And gave our [two underscores each word: deeper feelings] to each others gaze.
'Twas then I saw thy heart, wearied with earthly thralls,
And beating high with the Heaven born feelings, banking and struggling
To be free from Earth's dark chain - And marked the
Light of thy dark eye flashing bright; the mirror
Of the Soul, and its bright radiance, like the tips
Mild light of Eve's pure star, shone with Heaven's
Reflected light.

I love to go out at twilight and commune
Alone with Nature and her God. - then I feel the "Spirit
Of the Universe" upon me - and I hear a voice from
Every shrub and flower, whispering low, with each other,
And [both words underscored: my soul] echos back the love. A Spirit seems to dwell
In every [underscore: bud] and [underscore: blossom], and every leaf and spire
Of grape, seems "gifted with intelligence". Voiceless things
Become vocal - and to the listening Spirit breathe
Unspeakable harmonies - The [underscore: ear] hears it [underscore: not] but
The [underscore: soul thrills] with its sweetness - and flutters
Like a [frision ?]. A bird, to soar away and mingle with
This all prevailing essence of immortality. I [underscore: almost]
Fancy at such an hour, that the happy spirits of
Departed friends hover nigh us, and give a coloring so
Our thoughts - and that tis the flashing of their
Bright wings, that seems so like Angel forms of Heavenly
Beauty, that flit so oft before the Spirits vision. And
The hushed pensive feeling that sheds upon the Heart
As each an hour, is but the low responsive echo,
Our spirit gives to their unheard melodies. Sure